Chapter 335: Memories of the Puppeteer (2)

Chapter
335: Memories of the Puppeteer (2)

It’s
a strange feeling.

Is
it because my anger has reached its limit?

I
just blankly watch the scene unfolding before my eyes.

The
Puppeteer sews together the body of her sister, split in half.

If
there were enough time, she would heal with a miracle of healing, but
a faster cure became possible.

“…”

Her
sister, drained of energy, could only watch the Puppeteer leave
without delivering the final blow.

And
then the perspective shifted again.

Was
it that shocking that her sister sacrificed herself to protect
others?

Lost
in deep thought, the Puppeteer continued to chase after the Hero and
engage in battle.

It
was a life-or-death struggle, but at some point, the Puppeteer
stopped pushing the Hero to the point of death.

She
had already seen the Hero save hundreds, even thousands, of people.

Then
one day.

“What
the hell, Greed! Are you crazy?!”

A
woman who looked annoyed at first glance grabbed the Puppeteer by the
neck.

“I
caught the Hero! The kingdom’s greatest power! The Hero had already
made a deal with Sloth and even sealed away Lust! I caught a guy like
that! But you, for no reason, just let him go? You crazy bitch…”

The
Puppeteer had released the Hero, who had been captured by what
appeared to be the Demon of Wrath.

“…”

She
didn’t respond.

She
was just torn apart by the Demon of Wrath for being a traitor.

Once
again possessing a new puppet body, the Puppeteer looked down at
herself.

She
suddenly felt that her puppet body was too crude.

And
manipulating the mana threads, she began to sculpt a new puppet body,
one that she considered beautiful.

Hair
a little darker and longer.

Eyes
clear yet somehow sharp.

Chest
too big, so shrink it a little, and add a little more flesh to the
thighs…

“…Ah.”

The
Puppeteer suddenly snapped to her senses and looked in the mirror.

There
stood a puppet body sculpted very similarly to the being that had
filled her mind lately.

A
puppet modeled after the Hero…

“…No
nipples or pussy.”

The
Puppeteer muttered to herself without realizing it, grabbing her soft
breasts and falling into thought.

She
had never seen the Hero’s genitals with her own eyes, so sculpting
them would be difficult.

“…I
can just look.”

Swoosh.

From
that day on, the Puppeteer didn’t wear clothes.

There
was no need.

She
felt that her newly sculpted body was a beauty unmatched in the
world, so there was no need to hide this treasure-like body with mere
scraps of cloth and feel ashamed.

The
naked Puppeteer headed to a new battlefield, causing chaos and
continuing her battle with the Hero.

Now
the result was a draw, as if it were natural.

After
draining the Hero’s stamina, the Puppeteer pretended to retreat and
secretly headed to the Hero’s tent.

“…Haa…”

There,
the Hero, drenched in the fatigue of battle, was taking off his thick
outer garment and wiping his body with a hot towel.

Being
able to indulge in such luxury in the middle of the battlefield was
the Hero’s privilege.

Each
time he wiped his body with the warm water, his fair skin flushed red
and radiated heat.

The
Puppeteer held her breath and watched, suppressing her presence.

‘…’

Balkan
tried to close his eyes, but he couldn’t.

The
Puppeteer’s memories showed him the events as they were, vividly, and
he couldn’t avoid them by turning his head or closing his eyes.

And
he gnashed his teeth as he looked at his sister’s body.

“Ugh…”

The
cloth soaked in hot water moved towards his sister’s armpit.

There,
a faint burn stretched from her left forearm to her heart.

What
surprised Balkan was that the burn on his sister’s fair skin was 70%,
but the other 30% was different.

‘She
has a healing miracle that can restore even severed limbs, so why are
there burn scars?’

Then,
how severe was the burn she initially suffered?

Moreover,
it wasn’t an injury inflicted by the Puppeteer using threads.

“A
burn from being tortured by the Demon of Wrath…”

“Who’s
there!”

“…!”

The
Puppeteer in the memory gnashed her teeth at the sight of the burn,
and the Hero, sensing a strange presence, drew his spear.

But
the Puppeteer’s stealth in her prime was extremely high.

“…Hallucination,
maybe…? Sigh. It keeps happening these days…”

Soeun,
unable to find the Puppeteer even after searching everywhere, sighed
deeply and lay down on the bed.

Then
she took something out of her subspace.

It
was a frame.

A
picture of a man… no, a photograph in a frame.

The
photograph, depicting a realistic scene as if it had been pulled from
memory, showed a man with a familiar face grinning and stretching his
sister’s cheeks.

Perhaps
unsurprisingly, the man in the photo was…

‘…It’s
me.’

Certainly,
when we first left the orphanage and lived together…

Before
my sister, who had become ill, was hospitalized, we often played like
that in our small room.

The
hardest time in modern times, but the memories of when we were
closest.

Whether
it was a photograph made from memories using magic or relics, the
frame contained powerful magic.

As
if it should never be broken or damaged.

Pat.
Pat…

Soeun
stroked the frame with an affectionate and longing gaze, then hugged
it tightly to her chest.

“Oppa…”

A
small smile bloomed on Soeun’s lips as she murmured the word.

“It’s
almost over… after four years… just a little longer, and I can go
back to Oppa…”

The
woman smiled playfully and rolled around on the bed with the frame,
muttering to it.

“I
heard a few days ago that the Queen has improved the portal magic so
that it can even take you back to your childhood… what do you
think, Oppa? Then my mental age will be even older… does that mean
I’ll be your older sister?”

A
smile spread across Soeun’s face as if the thought alone was funny.

“Well,
I don’t know if that will work out…”

After
a self-deprecating laugh, Soeun continued to talk to the frame for a
long time, then suddenly looked at it with a sticky gaze.

Swoosh.

She
carefully raised her head and looked around again, then wriggled into
the blanket.

Kiss,
smooch…

“Ugh…
Oppa…”

A
small, sweet voice flowed out from under the blanket, along with the
sound of kissing something.

Time
passed.

***

The
Puppeteer’s puppet body was intricately sculpted with the Hero’s
nipples and buttocks, and she fought several more battles.

But
this battle was different from the previous WWE-like battles.

It
was a total war to seal the Demon of Greed.

The
Hero, wielding his spear at the head of the kingdom’s great army,
eventually succeeded in driving the spear into the demon’s heart.

Through
various battles, the Puppeteer’s gaze towards the Hero had also
changed.

The
Puppeteer watched the Hero plunge his spear into her puppet body.

When
she looked at the Hero from the Puppeteer’s perspective, it was as if
a flower garden was created around the Hero like a hallucination, and
then a halo shone behind him.

It
felt like a cartoonish expression of the feelings of someone in love.

A
different emotion began to mix with her fanatical obsession and
greed.

“We
need to seal him quickly. Hero. Greed is like a cockroach, annoying.”

The
Demon of Sloth, a traitor to the demons, said to the Hero as he
unfolded a sealing formation to seal the Puppeteer.

The
Puppeteer ignored Sloth and stared intently at the Hero.

“Why
are you trying to protect this world?”

And
then, she suddenly asked.

“You
have a precious family you’re looking for, right? In a situation
where you don’t even have time to look for your family, why are you
siding with the kingdom to punish us and stand up for the weak?”

“…”

“Every
time I see you, I think. How can you be so precious? Why did you save
others? Even though you were clearly in mortal danger, why did you
act for the sake of others? Why? No, how?”

The
Hero stared blankly at the Demon of Greed, who was spitting and
shouting.

She
also knew that the Puppeteer had driven her to the brink of death
several times, but ultimately hadn’t killed her.

“Leaving
aside going back home.”

That’s
why there was a minimum of respect for the other person in her voice.

“If
it were Oppa, he wouldn’t have ignored those unfortunate people.”

‘No.’

Balkan,
watching her from the Puppeteer’s perspective, simply shook his head.

Unlike
his sister’s thoughts, he didn’t have such a kind heart.

He
was too busy taking care of the precious people he could reach.

He
didn’t feel the need or reason to fight for the nameless masses, and
there was no need to.

But
his sister, who grew up watching her brother, had fought thinking of
her brother.

Believing
that Oppa would definitely protect the weak… others, like herself.

Just
as Oppa had fed her when she was sick and weak, unlike when she was
called the Hero… believing that Oppa would definitely do this.

“Ah…”

The
Puppeteer in the memory realized the feelings she had for the Hero
only after hearing her sister’s answer.

A
strong attraction and desire for a being that was fundamentally
incomprehensible fueled her.

She
wanted one person, the incomprehensible one, more than all other
beings.

The
vast greed that had wanted to possess the entire world was directed
at only one person.

“Then,
I will definitely come back someday and watch you keep your promise.”

The
incarnation of that twisted greed muttered to the Hero.

“The
unfortunate and vulgar humans you tried to save are insignificant
beings who don’t even deserve to live. That thought hasn’t changed
even now. There’s no need or reason for a superior being like you to
protect them at a loss. But… I’ve become curious.”

The
Puppeteer became genuinely curious.

“Whether
those swarming insects are truly worth saving… whether insects can
ever become beings capable of noble sacrifice, even as much as your
toenail…”

The
Puppeteer, who had set a new life’s ambition.

“I
will definitely watch.”

With
those words, she was sealed.

And
the memory sharing ended.

***

“How
was the mem—”

Thud!!!

The
Puppeteer’s forehead, about to ask how the memory experience was, was
crushed by a fist and slammed into the wall far away.

Crack!

Her
nose bone broke, and even the restraints that had been binding her
were torn off by the overwhelming shockwave.

Crash!

“Ugh,
cough, khee…!”

Kachili’s
nerves were a step behind in reacting to the punch that instantly
caved in her face.

Pure
pain without pleasure.

Kachili’s
nerves inflicted a secondary shock on the Puppeteer, who was
struggling with a frown.

“Kh,
hee, ugh…!”

Red
blood dripped from the Puppeteer’s nose, which was smashed into the
wall, and pleasure beyond the limits of the intense impact began to
spread like punishment in her mouth and pussy.

“Why,
why… suddenly this…”

“Why?”

Balkan
scoffed at the absurd words.

“Why
are you saying ‘why’ now?”

“…N,
no…”

“Haa…”

Balkan
suddenly felt a sharp pull at the back of his head.

He
had never wanted to smoke in his life, but now he felt like burning
cigarette butts into that bitch’s forehead and tongue.

But
simple venting was meaningless.

“This
is the price for the karma you’ve accumulated so far. Be grateful
that it ended with just one punch.”

This
punch was the price for invoking the Hero’s brother and showing him
the memories of how he had mercilessly hurt the Hero.

“Y,
yes…”

Just
because her face was smashed didn’t mean her intelligence was smashed
as well.

The
Puppeteer hurriedly nodded, understanding the words.

Tap.
Tap.

The
Puppeteer felt a heavy palm patting her shoulder and met Balkan’s
emotionless gaze looking down at her.

Balkan
wasn’t raging like a madman as before.

He
had various impressions after seeing the Demon of Greed’s memories,
but he was certain of one thing.

‘I
have to stop them.’

His
sister, who thought that Oppa would definitely stop evil and protect
the weak, sacrificed herself to seal the demons and save this world.

There
were still some questions left, but the traces and achievements of
his sister still remained in this world.

The
sealing of the demons.

He
had to continue the legacy of his sister’s noble work.

‘I’ll
kill all the demon worshippers.’

Terrorists
who would do anything to resurrect the demons.

‘I
must slaughter all those who try to degrade the meaning of my
sister’s achievements.’

Even
if he didn’t want to get involved with them, he ended up fighting
them as if it were fate.

So,
the task at hand was still the same.

‘I
didn’t see the detailed story about the king or the summoning during
the Great War through the Puppeteer’s memories.’

This
was probably because the Puppeteer simply didn’t see those memories.

Even
if he used his debt to Celsiana or the Queen to ask, he wouldn’t be
able to know the feelings of the person involved at that time.

But
he already knew how to solve this question.

It
was the same as the task mentioned above.

‘In
the end, I have to go to the Labyrinth again.’

The
multiples of 5th floors.

The
fountains on the 20th and 25th floors.

He
could find various answers in the place where he could meet the
fragment of the Earth Mother, which he hadn’t entered yet…

And
beyond that, there was a fountain on the 30th floor as well.

Strengthening
his power was inevitably necessary to descend to deeper floors.

So
Balkan said to the Puppeteer.

“Puppeteer.”

“Yes?”

“I
know that you were moved by the Hero in the end. I felt the same
emotions that you felt.”

“…”

“You’re
a demon who is inherently trash, but you saw the light of redemption
through the Hero. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been so shaken by the
Hero’s actions of saving others. You’ve opened your eyes to the right
thing.”

Tap.
Tap.

Balkan
tapped the Puppeteer’s shoulder and met the eyes of the woman who was
staring blankly up at him.

“I
need your help to continue doing the right thing in the future.”

“M,
my help?”

“Yes.
Your help.”

Swoosh.

“I’ll
show you special generosity and leave your mind intact. I’ll imprison
you and use you as an onahole, or use you as a sex toy as
appropriate.”

“…What?”

The
huge, oversized axe Bunny, drawn from behind Balkan, shone its sharp
axe blade even in the darkness.

“Quietly
hand over the power you’ve accumulated so far.”

“W,
what…?”

Bunny’s
teeth dripped saliva as if it would devour the Puppeteer, who was
startled and swallowed hard, wearing Denshi’s body.

‘The
hint to separate the power, I felt it when I received the authority
of diligence from the Demon of Sloth.’

“Decide.”

Crunch,
crunch…

Bunny’s
sharp teeth were ready to devour the Puppeteer, who was wearing
Denshi’s body, at any moment.

“Whether
you die like this and turn into a soul stone for me.”

Or.

“Hand
over all your power and lose your life as a demon, and live like an
ordinary human.”

The
demon’s lips trembled at the two choices.